Thursday, 8 August 2013

p.The Making of the Karmic Monster

LIFT: Limpeh Is Foreign Talent is a rare talent. He has magnanimously avail himself to serve a greater good. He teaches you guys on how to handle some of the finer things in life. But, to date, too many have attacked him. I have defended him in Leaving the good shore in search of a better life. Whether you do agree or disagree with him, it is not important. The important thing is he stands to be counted. That's what matter. I don't even have the guts like him to stand and be counted. It is not that easy. His willingness to share makes him apart from all the fuckens I have met.

Just today, I have discovered another gem - Darkness. He wrote something very original in Log 2: 07-08-13 -Reflections in the field on a moonless night. Out of respect, I shan't repeat what he has written. You go and enjoy yourself there. I have always avoided close-quarter fighting as I know it is a zero-sum game. One will win and one will surely get hurt. Of course, the winner wins big and takes it all. The reward is more than ample. But, the loser loses everything including his life. Call me a coward, I much prefer a smaller fight than stake it all on one hand.

In my Zen Stories, I copied a tale of the Emperor's Seed to it. It said, "If you plant greed, you will reap loss." How very well said.

All along I always curse and swear to god why karma don't befall on those who deserve a good beating, instead, only good people suffer in silence. How very wrong!

A very, very long time ago in the land of the super poor farmers, it was deemed good karma that a fucken old guy married some one rich and powerful. He in turn got rich and powerful. He had a good family. Because he was a poor bastard before, his wife was not willing to give up any power, unless she has the whole of him. She started a family rule that said that he could only fuck her. It was only natural.

Now that his cock was stopped from screwing around, he turned his mind to power, after all the greatest sex organ is the brain. He screwed every one young and old. If he mind-fucks the brain sufficiently, he will get the same highs.

The family was brought up in the strictest of the married woman's rule. The son, instead of winning pretty gals' hearts, had to settle for ugly fucks and his dick wondered to the asshole bandits. The daughter got into very exotic taste for slaves and fucked only her tchaikovskys.

The fucken old guy had build great karmic bads. He has built an army full of greedy bastards, selfish and self-centred idiots who suck any one's cock as long as they get cash in return and in darkness' word - monsters.

The fucken old guy has made all his fellow cock-suckers an image of himself. The mini-mes. This is brilliant!

Now it doesn't matter if that fucken little farm sinks or floats, I have got no one to save, except for loved ones.

If ever, that fucken little farm gets to deploy the two talents I have highlighted here. She would have been a thousand times better. But, Mother Nature is fair, she gives every young seedling a fair chance to strike it out on their own. That fucken old guy and his fucken little farm simply have no more real talent to con. So sad, huh?

about me

In "1984", George Orwell paints his vision of life in an age where
totalitarianism has eradicated individuality, choice and personal
identity. In the context of a modern dystopia in the grip of political
megalomania, Orwell raises a number of concerns in connection with
modern society and the human race, while highlighting the importance of
preserving individual identity. While still a novel, 1984's core themes
are pertinent to our current world, as it draws several parallels
between the life of its protagonist, Winston, and that of the modern
man, and alludes to an important fact: identity can only exist when the
environment allows it.

1984 follows a man who has lost his identity, who does not possess
outward status of any kind and whose every move is scrutinised by those
in control. Throughout the novel, Winston seeks to be identified by
those of like mind. Eventually he meets a man named O'Brien and becomes
a criminal working against the party. Ultimately Winston is caught,
unable to overcome the regime; he is physically and psychologically
manipulated until finally he yields total obedience to his superiors.

Orwell draws a parallel between Winston and the human race as a
whole, implying that Winston is the "last man" left. The novel's
clearest message is that the human race ought not to destroy its own
identity. Orwell portrays authority as being obsessed with identifying
every aspect of its subjects, from their names to the records of their
every move. Yet it is apparent that this obsession with identification
and control leads to the destruction of every kind of meaningful
identity, since it transforms a society of unique individuals into one
of perfect homogeneity. The government's contempt for individuality is
furthered by the notion that people are classified as either sane or
insane; sanity is the equal capital crime punishable by decapitation.

With Dr Calhoun's perfect experiment on humans - the Holocaust II, it presents a perfect recipe for the extermination of the sinkies.